she’s sitting in the window

all black & reflecting

telling me what it means to be a woman

the pain the blame the shame

endometriosis & blood

i’m listening like a fool

wanting to hear her out

but really wanting to get laid

she puts down the bottle

wondering if i’m meant to feel guilty

for any of this being in no control of her

sometimes she’ll fall asleep & i just let her be

to wake up later find her gone

places people unknown

for next time we meet like none of that

ever happened

me being hooked in for the moments

the sex the fun the easy of being

moments of happiness when they come

her sitting in the window smoking

smiling at me listening to fado

endless light on the street in café

small bars & restaurants

that world now in ruins so far away

when she finally hung me out

made me responsible for everything